

Dec
2
I was ready to tell
the story of my life
but the ripple of tears
and the agony of my heart
wouldn’t let me
i began to stutter
saying a word here and there
and all along i felt
as tender as a crystal
ready to be shattered
in this stormy sea
we call life
all the big ships
come apart
board by board
how can i survive
riding a lonely
little boat
with no oars
and no arms
my boat did finally break
by the waves
and i broke free
as i tied myself
to a single board
though the panic is gone
i am now offended
why should i be so helpless
rising with one wave
and falling with the next
i don’t know
if i am
nonexistence
while i exist
but i know for sure
when i am
i am not
but
when i am not
then i am
now how can i be
a skeptic
about the
resurrection and
coming to life again
since in this world
i have many times
like my own imagination
died and
been born again
that is why
after a long agonizing life
as a hunter
i finally let go and got
hunted down and became free
-Rumi
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Assalaam alaikum, peace, I’m jannah. About me: Occupation: Started this website many moons ago and hope it is beneficial for everyone. Hobbies & Interests: My interests include Islam, Dawah, the web, reading and Arabic. I love traveling and have traveled quite a bit to different places. Check out some threads in the Silk Road forum. Philosophy on life: I hope to live as a Muslim and die as a Muslim and somewhere a long the way have a life that is full of khair. I believe it is a beautiful way of life and that a person has to choose it as their path. Favorite food: Favorite book: Road to Makkah and Pride and Prejudice Favorite music: Nasheeds by Sami Yusuf, Zain Bhikha, Dawud Wharnsby, Native Deen, Raihan, etc and Quran by Shaatri Favorite film: Pride & Prejudice of course, and I lovvvve the Cat Stevens VH1 special Favorite Quran verse: Favorite quotes: I saw grief drinking a cup of sorrow and called out, The body a tree. A charm invests a face Let not the sorry plight of the garden upset the gardener; …When the leaves begin 2 fall I see them walking and riding and assembling—all those myriads of white-garbed pilgrims of thirteen hundred years; I hear the sounds of their passed-away days; the wings of the faith which has drawn them together to this land of rocks and sand and seeming deadness beat again with the warmth of life over the arc of centuries, and the mighty wingbeat draws me into its orbit and draws my own passed-away days into the present, and once again I am riding over the plain—riding in a thundering gallop over the plain, amidst thousands and thousands of ihram-clad beduins, returning from Arafat to Mecca. ~Muhammad Asad Sometimes in order to help He makes us cry. O Allah, I ask of You those things which will procure Your mercy, and I ask for Your immense forgiveness, and I ask for complete safety from [committing] sins, and a full share of virtuous deeds, and salvation by attaining Paradise and deliverance from Hell. |
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